Lydia rubbed her hands together,
her hands trembling from the bitter cold as she waited outside. Lydia’s mother
told her to remain outside until she was done conducting what she considered
“adult activities”. Lydia knew her mother was high on heroin again. Lydia’s
mother was most likely passed out from the effects of the drug. Lydia’s mother
had a habit of keeping the door locked when she would kick Lydia out of the
house to get high or have her drug dealer boyfriend over.

Lydia took a
walk to the woods near her house. Lydia figured if she was going to be outside,
she may as well go somewhere else. It wasn’t like her mother knew or cared
where she was anyhow. Lydia’s shivering hands remained in her pockets while she
continued the trek further into the pitch-black depths of the woods. The night enveloped Lydia in a blanket of
darkness as she continued to walk deeper. Lydia walked on as if she had nothing
to fear from the unknown woods. She felt safer here than with her mother.

Lydia continued her journey
forward until she stood facing the entrance of a small cave. The hole was too
small for any adult to fit in, but Lydia was small enough to enter. Lydia gave
herself a moment to smile before entering the hole. Lydia had to crawl for a
few moments in a small passageway before being able to stand again. She walked through
the darkness unable to see anything for a while. Fortunately, Lydia didn’t have
to see since she knew this cavern too well to feel the need to see. As Lydia
walked onward, she could finally see a faint hint of light. She walked closer
to it until the light started to illuminate the entirety of the path including Lydia
herself. Lydia walked faster with eager excitement towards the light wearing a
bright smile across her face. Whatever bothered Lydia previously was no longer
present in her mind when she made it to the source of the illumination.

The open area Lydia entered was the
center of a skylight cavern. There was a small island surrounded by a small
body of water that resembled a moat. The body of water’s depth only reached up
to Lydia ankle making her able to walk through without difficulty. On the
island was a collection of boxes, dolls, and other mementos of Lydia’s past.
There was also a sleeping bag Lydia would use whenever she needed to sleep
somewhere warm. Her mother’s habit of kicking her out of the house to indulge
in her heroin binges caused Lydia to become more self-reliant. Lydia made a
habit of collecting her things and bringing them to the skylight cave’s island.
The skylight cave became her room. It was the one place she could rely on to
keep herself away from her mother’s abusive rage. Lydia bundled herself up in
the sleeping bag while staring at pictures of her father.

Lydia shed tears staring at
the pictures of her father with her at the local carnival. Lydia’s life with
her father was one of joy and cherished memories. That changed when her parents
got divorced and Lydia’s mother gained custody despite being unfit for
motherhood. The heroin became her life once Lydia’s mother started receiving
child support. She never made time for Lydia unless she needed something done
around the house or wanted someone to yell at. Lydia’s mother made it a point
to let Lydia know that she hated her regularly. As far as Lydia was concerned,
the house she lived in wasn’t a home. It was a prison.

Lydia held the picture of her with her father close to her chest, hugging it as she looked towards the sky. Lydia vowed that someday she would be free from her mother’s grasp. Lydia would make sure she left her mother’s house to be reunited with her father. Lydia would go where she was loved, not where she was used. Lydia held the picture as though it would run away if she let go. The tears flowed down her face as she looked up with determination in her eyes. She was going to make her move and run away from her mother’s house when her mother was away for one of her heroin runs. It was her best shot. Until then, Lydia’s only desire was sleep. She snuggled herself within the warmth of the sleeping bag and let the night embrace her like she did so many times before.

Until the next daydream……..

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